Earth’s Heart

O’ my lovely people,

Listen to my story once…

Upon me everything is born, when I was an infant…

It’s the “Nature”…

Which made every creature, come into picture…

Whenever I move hither and thither,

I felt it as a Roller-Coaster Ride to enjoy…

Seeing many colors of mine..

Feeling the tickling touches of every tiny foot!

Boasting myself at my home, The Universe…

Showing the beauty of blooming blossoms,

‘Never-lasting Hope’, even after crossing miles ahead,

Just like the ‘flying birds’…

Outstanding ‘self-cleansing’ at my own verse,

Just as the ‘flowing rivers’…!

The Rising Sun blissfully goggle at me,

Of my grandeur…

I am in praise everywhere…..

Excited to see the jealous of twinkling big stars…For my possessions…, when they fall for me…!

And The Handsome Moon married me mindlessly, With a promise of revolving round my head daily!

On our happy travel,

I found my Life’s Best Child,

THE HUMAN – KIND… that is YOU!!

Who could hear my Voice.., in the Wind..!

Speak my Heart.., on seeing my Eyes..,

in the sky, the Clouds..!

and Understand My Soul at its Best,

from every little thing in the Nature..!

I giggled with wonder,

When I heard you.., call me…

“O’ MOTHER”!!

It’s just as a Heavenly Delight...

And so I have been giving ‘EVERYTHING…, Since the Beginning’,

that YOU wished for!

Just an oath of myself, I must confer!

But,

To My Surprise...

Behind the bars of your Brains…,

Lied the threat of my Death…!

as YOU are on the weird edge’ of Mummifying me…

cunningly taking away my breath!

The most unexpected happened to me..!

It’s just hard to believe…!

Though I knew the fact,

and weep at the corners of my heart…

I urge myself to forgive you…

and Give You, ALL’ I have… again…

For ‘You called me MOTHER’…!!

Hope that one day your ‘concrete hearts’,

Melts down like the ‘Glaciers’ of mine …

And,

You come to understand the truth of life,

That is.. Giving the ‘Best in Me’ and ‘Best of Me' is the best gift.., You could give for The Future …!

Thus how, You attempt to vivify your mother…

You will find ways to make me live cozily….

Then,

I would go merry again…

Going down the memory lane…

and fanatically murmur my story,

in front of bright great grand children of mine,

once again!!!

By Sravani Amarapu